04-17-2018, 02:26 PM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]people are like vultures. their only purpose in life is to feed off what other people have left them. when boredom befalls them, it is all they can do it settle around the freshest drama and squawk and hiss until something becomes of it. melantha does not care much for drama. some part of her enjoys the thrill she gets when enhancing in a combat of wit, but not once has the girl derived any sort of pleasure over hissing and arguing like a pack of feral beasts. then again, melantha is young. she is separated from the warmth of her family home and trapped in the snowy purgatory of snowbound until she can somehow find her way back to the place of her birth. it is lonely here, which makes the tundra landscape cold in more ways than one. with few responsibilities befitting a young huntress nearing the age of adulthood and no friends to entertain her, eventually her curiosity guides her to the nearest source of entertainment that she can find. her approach is slow, silent. the mountain lionnes picks her way through isolated troupes of barren trees and boulders jutting up from the snow, preferring the stealthy approach over the fast one despite the fact that the aforementioned method is much slower. she would rather not draw attention to herself if she can somehow avoid it.
for the first several minutes, luminous olive eyes gleam within the comfort of the shadows, her lithe figure balancing atop a rock nestled beneath the thick boughs of an evergreen and its neighboring elm. her attention is first drawn to jacob, assessing the status of his health to ensure that he truly was being returned without harm. it does not take long, thankfully, for the moment guru opens her mouth, mel’s attention is immediately redirected. melantha likes to think of herself as an accepting person who is willing to take the time to know people before passing hard judgements. but she immediately decides that she hates guru. the malicious gleam in the woman’s eyes paired with the taunting tone trigger every single one of her alarms as a person to avoid at all costs. her morals certainly skewed, but mel has to draw a line somewhere. harm with purpose is acceptable, but harm for the sake of fun? especially kind, loving people like jacob who is a genuinely good person.
melantha emerges from the cover of the tress when she senses that killua is beginning to lose his cool. as much as she dislikes guru, she recognizes that the confrontation will escalate if he does not calm down. but as mel steps up beside the albino serval, jacob and typhoon leader start speaking before she even has a chance. her gaze now finds pincher, taking the time to observe his features with guarded interest. admittedly, melantha’s attention had been elsewhere in the moments prior so she barely even noticed him. pincher is smaller than her by several inches, but he possesses an imposing aura in spite of it all. he is handsome in that dangerous way that makes melantha suspicious of his intentions. pretty people tend to play their cards close to their chest. she likes the way he talks, how he sounds so self-assured and confident like a true politician. pincher is not a vulture. he is a master of the political hunting ground. she doesn’t trust him, but she respects him, which is saying a lot for the young predator. the first impression is only enhanced when pincher’s body coils, suddenly pouncing on guru and directing her to apologize in a delicious show of force. melantha’s eyes shine with an emotion reminiscent of pleasure or satisfaction. it is always nice when justice is served. even if it’s a show for political gain.
tearing her gaze away from pincher and guru, melantha acknowledges killua with a faint nod in greeting. ”he makes a fair point,” she says softly in an octave that only killua can hear from his proximity, intending to soothe her (not exactly) friend’s rage with a bit of reason. emotion has no place in politics. ”it’s best to trust jacob on this, even if you do not entirely agree with the situation.” just as pincher needs to show control over his members, it is a bad look for snowbound if alliance talks are thrown off course by the emotions of a single member, even if killua is the snowseeker. ”typhoon has resources that we need. some sacrifices must be made in order to come to a more advantageous agreement.” this concludes her aside, as she figures that if those words cannot get to killua, then nothing can. her desire to help a (potential) friend only extends so far. melantha tunes out most of the arguing, focusing only on the advantages of coming to an agreement. she quite likes the feeling of this—debating and discussing in order to form a compromise. the only downside is that she does not actually possess any power in regards to rank or influence. “i sincerely hope that you will do well to keep her behavior in check in the future?” queries the stoic wildcat, peering intensely into pincher’s lapis eyes. as satisfying as it is to see a knife in guru’s face, it might as well just be a slap on the wrist. melantha—and she is sure many others share her sentiments—wants to be positive that guru no longer poses any threat to snowbound and their potential alliance to the typhoon.
for the first several minutes, luminous olive eyes gleam within the comfort of the shadows, her lithe figure balancing atop a rock nestled beneath the thick boughs of an evergreen and its neighboring elm. her attention is first drawn to jacob, assessing the status of his health to ensure that he truly was being returned without harm. it does not take long, thankfully, for the moment guru opens her mouth, mel’s attention is immediately redirected. melantha likes to think of herself as an accepting person who is willing to take the time to know people before passing hard judgements. but she immediately decides that she hates guru. the malicious gleam in the woman’s eyes paired with the taunting tone trigger every single one of her alarms as a person to avoid at all costs. her morals certainly skewed, but mel has to draw a line somewhere. harm with purpose is acceptable, but harm for the sake of fun? especially kind, loving people like jacob who is a genuinely good person.
melantha emerges from the cover of the tress when she senses that killua is beginning to lose his cool. as much as she dislikes guru, she recognizes that the confrontation will escalate if he does not calm down. but as mel steps up beside the albino serval, jacob and typhoon leader start speaking before she even has a chance. her gaze now finds pincher, taking the time to observe his features with guarded interest. admittedly, melantha’s attention had been elsewhere in the moments prior so she barely even noticed him. pincher is smaller than her by several inches, but he possesses an imposing aura in spite of it all. he is handsome in that dangerous way that makes melantha suspicious of his intentions. pretty people tend to play their cards close to their chest. she likes the way he talks, how he sounds so self-assured and confident like a true politician. pincher is not a vulture. he is a master of the political hunting ground. she doesn’t trust him, but she respects him, which is saying a lot for the young predator. the first impression is only enhanced when pincher’s body coils, suddenly pouncing on guru and directing her to apologize in a delicious show of force. melantha’s eyes shine with an emotion reminiscent of pleasure or satisfaction. it is always nice when justice is served. even if it’s a show for political gain.
tearing her gaze away from pincher and guru, melantha acknowledges killua with a faint nod in greeting. ”he makes a fair point,” she says softly in an octave that only killua can hear from his proximity, intending to soothe her (not exactly) friend’s rage with a bit of reason. emotion has no place in politics. ”it’s best to trust jacob on this, even if you do not entirely agree with the situation.” just as pincher needs to show control over his members, it is a bad look for snowbound if alliance talks are thrown off course by the emotions of a single member, even if killua is the snowseeker. ”typhoon has resources that we need. some sacrifices must be made in order to come to a more advantageous agreement.” this concludes her aside, as she figures that if those words cannot get to killua, then nothing can. her desire to help a (potential) friend only extends so far. melantha tunes out most of the arguing, focusing only on the advantages of coming to an agreement. she quite likes the feeling of this—debating and discussing in order to form a compromise. the only downside is that she does not actually possess any power in regards to rank or influence. “i sincerely hope that you will do well to keep her behavior in check in the future?” queries the stoic wildcat, peering intensely into pincher’s lapis eyes. as satisfying as it is to see a knife in guru’s face, it might as well just be a slap on the wrist. melantha—and she is sure many others share her sentiments—wants to be positive that guru no longer poses any threat to snowbound and their potential alliance to the typhoon.